Let me preface this by saying that my situation may be seen as some by not much of a situation at all. While I am aware that it sounds pretentious, it has been bothering me deeply for over a month now and I’m not quite sure how to deal with it. Please bear with me; I am in serious need of some constructive guidance.
Flashback to last November: I was choosing where to apply early. The decision came down to either Harvard or Dartmouth. In retrospect, Harvard was by far the better option; I had a double legacy, loved Cambridge, loved the Harvard culture, and would still have been able to apply elsewhere regardless of whether or not I got in, not to mention the obvious prestige factor that comes along with the crimson. However, I ultimately applied early decision to Dartmouth because I thought I liked it better.
Looking back on it now, I’ve come to realize that the true reason I applied to Dartmouth was because I believed that getting into Harvard was impossible, regardless of any hooks I might have had. I had the stats, and the extracurriculars, and the recs, but I was still too anxious to take that path. Lo and behold, I was accepted into Dartmouth with good aid. Thus, my alma mater was set. Now, I wholeheartedly regret the decision. Perhaps it is my anxiety talking, not based in any sort of truth, but all of my feelings are derived from what I feel are legitimate grievances.
I don’t think I really fit Dartmouth all that well; initially, I had heard about its strong sense of community and friendly atmosphere (two attributes which I found attractive), but now that I’ve done more digging I feel uncomfortable about its pervasive Greek culture and its small size. In addition, I dislike living in small, remote towns. I love Harvard’s culture, location, and legacy, all things I’ve been familiar with for my entire life due to my parents.
In addition, while I understand that prestige is a poor reason to make a decision, it is in my experience undeniable that Harvard has a much bigger reputation than Dartmouth. Everyone I’ve talked to, every internet source I find, every forum thread, seems to affirm this. Dartmouth seems to be viewed by most as one of the “lower ivies,” not demanding the same respect as the others. It doesn’t help that everyone I know (no exaggeration) was expecting me to apply to Harvard. My small, impoverished school almost never sends anyone to a place even close to that good, and to have someone with the potential to get there created district-wide hype. Now, whenever I tell my teachers or friends where I’m going, they get confused. And disappointed. None of them have even heard of Dartmouth. It stings, every time. It doesn’t help that my best friend got into Yale early; I feel like a huge disappointment to everyone I know.
I’m aware that people in high places are familiar with Dartmouth as they would be with any ivy, but even then, everyone on planet Earth seems to know Harvard. I suppose that maybe the problem I have to solve first is getting over prestige, but that’s damn difficult for me, especially given the family history…
There is certainly no guarantee that I would have gotten into Harvard; no one can say that. But given the strength of application and my double legacy, I feel that I certainly had as good a shot as anyone, and even if it didn’t work out then I would still get to apply anywhere I wanted. Now, I’m locked into a school that I don’t feel comfortable with, and I’m not sure how to cope with it. It wouldn’t bother me nearly as much if I didn’t have the aforementioned legacy status, but (forgive me for sounding cocky) since I have it, I feel like I threw away a golden ticket. I don’t know how to deal with the fact that I think I made a huge mistake, and I have only myself to blame.
Has anyone had a similar experience, and/or have any advice to share? Thanks in advance, it mean a lot to me.